The day everything may well have all very gently gone straight to Hell.
Death knell with a number of promising distractions to bridge the gap. Pulled baby photoAdonis in a sea/swarm. Hiding out in the Charming Benevolent Family’s back house. Ordered a new mattress (Who’s queen?). Was sent a thanks-for-being-pretty brownie. Using ‘gauche,’ ‘absurd,’ & ‘definitive’ far too much. New digs in 12 days.
Refocusing, rallying, on to the next.